chapter 101 Hero
The black clouds tumbling down caused everyone to lose the joy on their faces. They could all feel the darkness rushing back, an invisible oppression that surpassed the abyss of moments ago.
It was a concept beyond rules and outside of order. All magic, even the authority of deities, was merely a thin piece of paper, as if it could mold their everything at any moment, rewriting eras and changing worlds.
Supreme will, the authority of the creator.
That single word came to everyone’s mind.
However, this power to rewrite order did not descend. A slender figure, like their brilliance, stood in front.
Igter was the closest, yet he was not affected in the slightest. Verafia, as the God of the World, her power was such that even the eternal him had no ability to resist, pushing him away.
And the young girl blocked the descending darkness with her body.
He opened his eyes wide, yet despite knowing it was close at hand, he could not see it at all. The descending power was not the abyss, but it was more unknowable than chaos, a concept far beyond his reach.
But this was Verafia’s choice.
“Veer…” Even as worry, even fear, uncontrollably arose in his heart, Igter could only choose to believe in his girl.
Waves from the river of time lapped at his feet. The world seemed to turn into pages of a book, flipping and moving. Verafia walked through everything she had experienced, her gold eyes slowly opening, gazing at the vast darkness coalescing before her.
In a trance-like glimpse, she seemed to witness the initial scene of the world’s creation, the rise and fall of deities, the succession of dynasties flashing before her eyes… like a small story. She even saw her meeting with Igter, each moment.
However, Verafia knew this was not the river of history, nor a crack in time. What she was witnessing was not the past, but events that happened again and again, constantly perishing, being born, and converging in overlap… as if all of this constituted her vision.
It was a very vague feeling, far beyond what any words could describe. But Verafia was certain that what was before her was not just “chaos,” but her world.
The place where the world was first born, the origin of all creation. As the “God of the World,” she could maintain her concept here, allowing her to witness the birth of the world and every trace of this world.
And this was also the end of time, the end of civilization.
Her long eyelashes gently closed. Verafia had a vague feeling that as long as she reached out and touched it, the born civilization would be pushed away, rewriting a new era, a new epoch according to her will.
“Is that so… Ilis, is this the place you truly wanted to come to?”
Her long eyelashes gently closed, and Verafia chuckled softly.
Ilis’s guilt stemmed from the extension of history for thousands of years, originating from the essence of civilization. She used it as a key, using the abyss and chaos to open the door of the world.
But, as she saw, Ilis had long since died carrying everything, or rather, she was “Arrogance,” the chief of all original sins, the original sin of civilization.
If Ilis used herself as a key, then he who opened that world for her…
Even with her eyes closed, the blinding light illuminated the scene before her.
Before her, the pure white, immaculate Sacred Sword shone like the sun. Dense white light coalesced into countless different bodies. Their faces had long been forgotten by history, and even felt unfamiliar to Verafia.
But as the light spread, the summation of countless wills allowed Verafia to effortlessly determine their identities.
Until the last face flashed, the light of the Sacred Sword condensed into a handsome young man. Beneath his light golden hair, a pair of resolute pupils radiated justice and brilliance. He held the Sacred Sword in one hand, its dazzling light illuminating civilization.
He was the last hero of this world, Lothelser Tlaesis.
His golden eyes widened slightly. This figure, which almost made Verafia forget but was rooted in her soul, appeared before her. But there was no time for hesitation. The youth also saw her, raised the Sacred Sword in his right hand, and swung it at her with unparalleled radiance converging.
The battle erupted without any warning, and at this moment, there was no need for words or the discussion of pros and cons of their wills.
He needed to open a new world, and Verafia wanted to stop it.
The pressure brought by the hero surpassed even Lancaster and the Abyssal Serpent. He was the incarnation of countless heroes. Verafia reached out and grasped, not with flames or the sword of life, but with the Sword of the End.
When she forcefully pushed Igter away, the youth had also placed the Sword of the End in her hand. This was a gift from him, not only Igter’s sword but also her own, and the sword of Lothelser before her.
The Sword of the End was drawn without hesitation, its sharp blade surrounded by dazzling golden brilliance, and it fiercely collided with the pure white Sacred Sword.
The collision of the Sword of the End and the Sacred Sword, the battle between Verafia and Lothelser, erupted in countless intervals of the river of civilization in an instant.
This was not a battle that words or any image could depict.
Verafia became a deity with the fire of the world, while the “Sacred Sword” in Lothelser’s hand, with civilization as its blade, slashed at her.
In the birthplace of the world, at the end of civilization, between the magnificent battle of the girl and the hero, distinct scenes of civilization bloomed and vanished in an instant. Countless galaxies turned into light dust, rolling and arising.
Light was suddenly extinguished, darkness ignited, and shadows twisted and writhed like deep lakes filled with their surroundings, reflecting terrifying eerie light. These were the tumors of history, the evil of civilization, greed, oppression, and injustice. Because of them, the world suffered sorrow and was no longer beautiful.
“But civilization, in becoming civilization, is only because it is created by humans. If pursuing the beauty of heaven requires erasing humanity, leaving only so-called ‘goodness,’ then such a world is but a page of a book, a long poem, thin, dry, and stalled.”
Verafia suddenly spoke softly, raising the Sword of the End, its dazzling golden light illuminating her face. She said earnestly, this was also her answer to Ilis.
“Human greed, cowardice, and baseness have stirred up wars and created sorrow for thousands of years. Lords were tyrannical to their subjects and slaves while enjoying their labor… I saw all of this. But this is not something that needs to be erased, but rather contained, let alone destroying the existing civilization—”
The Sword of the End was drawn in her hand and clashed with the Sacred Sword, its brilliant radiance filling the land. “Moreover, this civilization is not purely dark. Within it, there is more, the brilliance of humanity.”
The dazzling light submerged the Sacred Sword and the hero. Lothelser looked at the golden-haired girl, and in the light, he spoke his first words: “Verafia, is this your answer?”
“The light is filled with colorful shadows. But civilization will also grow. I have seen the fall of divine authority. The era when deities sacrificed all things is long gone; the royal power of the Orc wars has also been extinguished, and the dynasties of tyranny and plunder will be overthrown; and in the human era, even though oppression and exploitation still exist, who can deny that we are improving?”
Verafia raised her eyes and said firmly, “Civilization is not a
It remains unchanged. Even with twists and stumbles, it always progresses.”
“Iris’s arrogance, stemming from her desire to cleanse the world’s sin, failed to realize that civilization does not belong to one person, but to billions, encompassing past, present, and countless future times. Thus, it possesses hope.”
“Lothel, the last hero, I shall cut you down with the Sword of Civilization.”
The radiance above the End surpassed the Sacred Sword. Verafia’s released power was that of hope and anticipation for the future, akin to the incarnation of civilization.
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Well, actually, a long time ago, my envisioned ending was the battle between Veer and the hero Lothel. (Otherwise, the previous chapter could have concluded it.)
…However, it still feels a bit forced. (In reality, I just didn’t know how to write it.)
It’s almost time to end. The next chapter should be the finale.
The last World Guardian, and an ordinary girl.
Brilliant radiance descended with the End, illuminating every corner of the river of time and civilization. Lothel, along with the Sacred Sword, was submerged within it. He did not resist, allowing himself to slowly dissolve in the light.
“Hoo…”
The End was gently held in her hand, and the yet-to-be-released radiance filled the river with golden ripples. Verafia’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly, illuminated by the reflecting light.
Actually, just now, when she accused Iris of arrogance for wanting to cleanse the world with her personal desires, the words Verafia spoke to Lothel did not feel righteous in her own eyes.
Compared to her past self, and even Iris, who were willing to sacrifice themselves for what they believed was the “greater good,” Verafia felt she could not do the same.
With a hopeful future and cherished people, Verafia was a girl who greatly valued her life. Perhaps, precisely because of this, she felt that even if the world was filled with darkness, everyone would always have something they cherished more.
How could their lives be destroyed because of something that had nothing to do with them, something ethereal and abstract, a so-called “better,” “cleaner” world?
But…
She sighed softly, her flawless snow-white face illuminated as she gently lifted it.
The brilliant light did not dissipate; instead, it solidified. A golden brilliance reached Verafia’s eyes.
The Door of the World, the essence of the world, had been opened after her battle with Lothel. The victor would impose their will upon it and become the deity of the world.
This was the true ending of this battle.
“The Sacred Sword Hero, his true identity, is the Guardian of the World…”
Verafia suddenly recalled Lancaster telling her about the Sacred Sword a long time ago, and then the term “Guardian” came to mind.
If Lothel had won, he would have become the World Guardian, reshaping the world according to his desires.
For Verafia, it was the same outcome. The Door of the World had already opened. For Verafia, if she wanted everything to return to order, she was the only one now who could accept the essence of the world and become the “Guardian.”
However, just as she had rejected Iris’s words, Verafia felt she also lacked the qualification to choose a path for countless people, nor should she, as a deity, influence the world’s development with her personal will.
Becoming the “Guardian” of the world, would she, after countless years, still be able to hold onto her current conviction, rather than succumbing to selfish desires?
This should not be entrusted to human imagination… She would forever remain a girl named Verafia, possessing her own sorrows and joys.
“If a deity is truly needed, she should be selfless and desireless. The world and civilization do not need a deity with personality; she only needs to witness order.”
Verafia spoke. She suddenly smiled faintly, her long golden hair cascading down her slender shoulders. Soft, brilliant golden radiance began to illuminate her entire body, and she walked into the dazzling light of the Door of the World.
The gloom in the sky dispersed, replaced by soft golden dawn. People voiced sounds of relief, followed by an overwhelming roar of ecstasy.
Although no one knew exactly what had transpired on the final battlefield, countless people could sense that the waves of chaos were gradually receding.
The battle had ceased, their world was safe, and the Goddess Princess had, once again, saved the world!
Igeet also gazed at the soft, dawn-like golden radiance. He reached out to touch it, as if feeling the warmth of the girl, and deep within his pupils, sorrow welled up.
As the golden dawn descended, his girl, Verafia’s aura rapidly faded, to the point where he could not sense even a trace…
However, suddenly, that profound sadness transformed into surprise.
Faint wisps of golden light scattered before him, soft like silk, gently outlining the girl’s body. She ran towards him and fell into his embrace, lifting her beautiful little face.
“Igeet, I did it.”
Igeet held her tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go for even a moment. This was the joy of having her back, surpassing all the beautiful things in the world. His voice was tinged with an unusual cry, “Veer, you’re not allowed to leave me behind again.”
“Hehe, as you can see, I’m fine?”
The girl said a little shyly, turning her head to look at the soft golden dawn and the joyous crowd, unable to help but smile.
“It’s just… now, I don’t have divine power anymore, and I’m no longer a deity. Besides Igeet, Veer has nothing else…”
Verafia buried her face in his embrace, saying with a hint of pitifulness.
In the end, Verafia chose to enter the Door of the World, becoming the true “God of the World,” the “Guardian.” Simultaneously, she erased her own personality, becoming order itself. She merely needed to witness, not interfere.
This was by no means Verafia willingly abandoning the one she loved. Everything that constituted “Verafia” was condensed into her current self. However, as a price, she was no longer a deity, but merely an ordinary girl.
“Tsk.”
A slightly dissatisfied voice sounded. Orphilia stood with her arms crossed, pouting her snowy cheeks, “Clearly, both Fu Lan and I were here, and Veer only thought of Igeet…”
Although the Ice Dragon Girl vaguely understood that Verafia was intentionally acting spoiled towards Igeet, such open behavior still made her a little jealous.
The silver-haired vampire princess nodded in strong agreement.
Verafia’s little hands fiddled with her golden strands, and she smiled sheepishly.
Igeet also smiled, ruffling the girl’s hair with his hand and saying, “Veer, you are the greatest goddess, and you are my eternal princess.”
“Most importantly, now I don’t have to worry about Veer pushing me away again.”
After saying this, he ignored the girl’s feigned protests and pulled her into his embrace, pressing a kiss upon her snow-white forehead.
Feeling the burning warmth from her skin, the girl struggled a bit in protest, but with a shy smile, she closed her golden eyes and nestled into his embrace, enjoying the hard-won peace and joy.
No longer needing to struggle against hatred, no longer needing to worry about the future, and no longer needing to fret about the responsibilities she carried…
Now, she was just an ordinary girl, content to enjoy the person she loved and the future she longed for.
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Actually, I thought about whether to combine the ending parts, but I felt there was still quite a bit of content to add, and putting it all in one chapter would be a bit too drawn out. (Yes, that’s my usual tendency to drag things out…)
However, thinking about it again, this chapter, as the th
The end of the sixth volume, it’s not wrong? Then, the next chapter will be an epilogue! (Big mist…)
The dust settles
The gloom that covered the continent finally came to an end.
For the vast majority of people on the continent, this war was just a blink of an eye. They didn’t understand what was happening, but were suddenly covered by a suffocating haze. However, suddenly, brilliant golden dawn light shone down from the sky again.
But in the Peka Kingdom, especially among the hundreds of thousands of residents in Lichen, they awoke from an endless nightmare, saw familiar faces, and saw the gentle morning light again. They wept with joy and embraced each other tightly.
The administrative destruction of the kingdom could not be rebuilt immediately. However, the pure white fleur-de-lis had already unfurled the first tender petals under the dawn.
In this former royal city of fleur-de-lis, the allied forces from the continent held a grand ceremony.
There were no historical plunders or conflicts. People from all over the continent, from the Kingdom, the Empire, dwarves and elves, and even ethnic groups and orcs from the northern ice fields… they all clinked glasses, laughed joyfully, and praised loudly.
This, of course, did not mean that the barriers and conflicts between different ethnic groups disappeared so easily. More importantly, they witnessed the brilliance of the Goddess under the same dark sky.
Queen Ravnos of the Elven Forest and Princess Misella, who temporarily succeeded to the throne, met with the rulers of the Empire and the Church. The meeting was pleasant and smooth, and the elves, who reopened their nation and returned to the continent, returned home with favorable trade terms.
Of course, it was also rumored that at the end, Queen Ravnos of the elves was very unhappy. As she left the royal city, she stomped her feet and shouted angrily about “despicable humans stealing their Goddess Princess.”
After that, in addition to the succession of Queen Misella of Peka, two other major events occurred on the continent.
As the legitimate heir to the Tiroleta Empire, Princess Siya formally announced her renunciation of her claim to the throne. In the Holy See of Light, the position of Pope was left vacant, and she, as a Saintess, reshaped the faith in Light on the continent, which had been damaged by Pope Moon.
As for the other matter… In history, the Orc Royal Court, which was expelled to the desert, returned to the land of the Empire. Seeing the legendary fierce barbarians again made countless people’s recently settled hearts uneasy.
However, as if a transaction had already been made, the various Prince-Electors of the Empire did not offer much resistance, but allowed them to pass through the entire Empire.
The orcs also maintained great restraint, strictly enforcing military discipline against their raiding clans, only rescuing their enslaved kin and returning to their former homeland.
The “Magic Monarch” watched their figures from afar. There was no conflict. With a wave of his hand, the “Harklanton” Magic Kingdom, which had existed for a century, became history, replaced by an Orc Kingdom enfeoffed by the Empire.
Countless worried people were stunned by such a dramatic change. However, after a long time, news slowly spread that the Magic Monarch Fatter had made a deal with the Orc deities and was now merely fulfilling his promise.
In addition, within the Church of Light, a new ideology emerged.
No one knew what the Goddess who saved the world looked like during the war when the world was covered by the abyss. However, they could all clearly feel the traces of the Goddess’s existence. It was she who resisted the annihilation of darkness and reshaped the order of the world.
The heroes who had experienced the war of darkness spread the word everywhere that the great Goddess was a beautiful young girl, bringing light and dawn… Thus, the devout believers believed that she was the God of Light who had saved the world once again.
Therefore, the statues of the God of Light in the church, which were once male, gradually changed to a beautiful young girl.
It is said that the Goddess of Light is also the Goddess of Life worshipped by the elves. Therefore, countless craftsmen traveled to the sealed Elven Forest, endured countless hostility and indifference from the elves, and successfully brought the Goddess back to their churches.
Golden threads like dawn light cascaded to her waist, and in a beautiful and sacred pure white long dress, the young girl had a serene and gentle smile on her face.
Compared to the compassion and vitality of the Elf statues of the Goddess of Life, the statues of the Goddess of Light in the church had more sanctity and divinity, gently looking at her believers, bestowing blessings, and providing protection.
Verafia and Ig visited a church and saw the newly sculpted statue of the Goddess. To their surprise, despite these people having never seen her, the sculpted statue bore a slight resemblance to her.
“Even though I know this young lady is not some Goddess of Light… Siya, this little kid, by doing this, isn’t she desecrating her Goddess?”
Pouting her tongue cutely, Verafia clasped her fingers together and gently pulled Ig, complaining softly.
Of course, it was impossible for a mere developing trend in the church to change the image of a deity passed down for thousands of years so easily. Verafia guessed that behind this, Siya, and even Queen Misella and the Prince-Electors of the Empire, must have played a role in pushing it forward.
The betrayal of Pope Moon had a profound impact on the Church of Light, which could not be easily eliminated. As the current holder of power in the church, Siya naturally had to do her best to eradicate Moon’s influence.
Moreover, the Church of Light was the most widespread faith on the continent. Choosing her as the image of the deity to maintain stability and peace was not only a good choice for the Church of Light, but also for the Kingdom and the Empire, for a continent that had just recovered from war.
After all, peace and stability were the foundations of prosperity. Even within human borders, there would be countless disputes. Having a deity that everyone could recognize and agree upon was naturally a good thing.
“Anyway, this young lady is not a goddess, so it has nothing to do with me.”
Verafia blinked her eyes and said coquettishly, making Ig laugh and rub her little head.
Well, Siya was the Saintess of Light, and she and Goddess Avellia were not without means of communication. Since the true Goddess of Light did not object, why should she care?
Ig softly rubbed the girl’s soft golden hair with his palm, suppressing a smile.
If this little girl knew that the newly sculpted statue of the Goddess of Blazing Flames in the Orc Royal Court was also based on her image, she wondered what her reaction would be?
After mourning for her sister, and perhaps remembering that there was also a statue of her in the Ai’er Alliance in the north, this young lady would probably be extremely embarrassed, and perhaps greatly speechless towards these people!
…
Just as everything was settling down, another event that drew the attention of the entire continent occurred. Countless nobles and dignitaries whispered that after the Dark War, Ig, who had been living in seclusion as a hero, suddenly announced that he would be holding a grand wedding.
Epilogue: Wedding
“Quick, this is Lord Ig’s wedding, we can’t miss it!”
The young count shouted loudly to his attendant. His clothing was impeccable, showing no sign of the decadence of the old aristocracy. His face was full of vigor and excitement.
The young man had been enfeoffed as a count by Queen Misella recently due to his meritorious service in the Dark War. He had organized a resistance army in the eastern part of the kingdom and persevered until the end of the war. He had also heard of the deeds of Baroness Shiel and Sir Grayriel.
As for Lord Ig… legend had it that he was the brother of Baroness Shiel. Compared to his sister who fought in the darkness, this heroic figure had defeated the denizens of the abyss more than once, cutting through the darkness with his sword. In the final battle, it was even his “Eternal Sword” that annihilated the abyss.
There were rumors that this legendary hero was a knight of the Goddess Princess.
As the stories about him…
On the continent, and through people’s faith in the Goddess, this knight, who is inscribed with eternity, is also worshipped by countless people in the name of a hero.
After the war ended, Queen Mysella, who had just ascended to the throne, immediately bestowed upon him the title of “Duke of the Nation” and vast fertile lands and prosperous cities.
People speculated that the newly appointed young queen was facing an unstable situation, and such generous rewards were not only a token of gratitude but also an attempt to retain this legendary hero.
Ig did not accept the queen’s reward, but he did not leave the kingdom either. Instead, he returned to the Emerald Forest with the elves and bought a quiet little castle by a beautiful lake.
This did not affect the enthusiasm of the nobles and adventurers for the hero.
Of course, for more than a year, Lord Ig had not met anyone and had been living in seclusion, until a few days ago when the news suddenly broke that he was going to hold a wedding.
Legend has it that it was with a girl who had been in love with Lord Ig for a long time…
What kind of perfect girl could make Lord Ig fall in love with her?
The young count couldn’t help but wonder curiously, quickening his pace towards the wedding.
“It’s so grand…” Even though he had overestimated it as much as possible, the scene before him still surprised the count when he arrived in front of the estate.
The procession of visitors was endless, and the gifts were piled as high as a small mountain. Not only nobles from the kingdom, but also great nobles with long histories and prominent powers from the Tiroulatea Empire, had traveled thousands of miles to offer their blessings.
Dragons danced above the estate, not bringing any oppression. Legend has it that even the proud queen of the dragon clan attended as a guest.
The count heard that the queen of the elf tribe and the newly allied northern states had not left but had temporarily stayed in the kingdom, also to attend their friend’s wedding…
The appearance of so many great figures that he had never even imagined made the young count gasp for breath. He arrived at the entrance of the estate with a gift in his hand, and before him appeared a handsome black-haired young man, which made him exclaim.
Although he was not wearing his signature long sword, the count recognized at a glance that this young man, who looked younger than himself, was Lord Ig, one of the protagonists of today’s wedding.
“Are you Count William? Shiel and Xiao Mi… cough, the Queen mentioned you to me.”
“You… you actually know my name?”
The young count was even more overwhelmed and flattered. The joy in his heart even surpassed the time when the queen granted him his title. The legendary figure he had been longing for appeared before him, and his heart pounded. The count dared not meet the young man’s gaze and presented the gift in his hand:
“Ah, Lord Ig, may the Goddess bless you and your wife with happiness and fulfillment…” Due to nervousness, the count accidentally bit his tongue.
Ig gave a rather strange expression and chuckled, “Thank you. However, that little girl doesn’t like being called ‘wife’, she prefers titles like ‘Miss’.”
The count was stunned for a moment. After receiving a definite answer from Ig’s expression, he opened his eyes in disbelief.
That unknown girl could actually make Lord Ig call her “Miss”… What kind of girl could make the hero of the world willingly be subservient?
A soft footstep sounded, and a beautiful girl approached, her bright golden hair like the radiance of the dawn. Seeing her face, the young count exclaimed, “Is that you, Lady Elishia? You’ve come to see Lord Ig… Ah, please excuse me.”
After saying that, the count hurried away without waiting to be invited to stay.
Ig shook his head and chuckled. He saw the girl in front of him, still incredibly beautiful, as pure and noble as a flower of gold, and smiled, “Senior Elishia, you’ve come too.”
“Ig, how could I not come to your wedding with Miss Verafia?” The golden-haired girl gently raised her fair face, smiled softly, and walked closer, walking alongside him.
After the war ended, Queen Mysella returned the former territories of Duke Dawn to the girl. Elishia did not refuse like Ig, but instead assisted the queen as her most important vassal.
Ig was not unaware that this noble and outstanding “Golden Flower” had once harbored feelings for him, and it was impossible for Ig to be unmoved by it… However, in the present day, those past events were just a casual remark.
“However, Senior Elishia, bringing so many gifts… Verafia and I can’t possibly use them all. I’m afraid more than half of them will have to be given to Xiao Fei.”
After chatting side-by-side for a few moments, Ig looked up at the gifts Elishia had brought. It was a never-ending procession of carriages, with boxes of rare treasures and gems constantly being unloaded by servants, and it still hadn’t ended, which made him smile wryly.
However, Elishia chuckled and shook her head, “I can’t afford such financial means. Most of these gifts were prepared by the Queen.”
“Xiao Mi?”
Ig was slightly startled and subconsciously scanned behind the girl for the silver-haired girl.
“Stop looking, Her Majesty the Queen hasn’t come… These gifts aren’t for you, they’re for Miss Verafia.”
Elishia rolled her eyes at him and continued, “Xiao Mi has always been grateful for Miss Verafia’s kindness and said she could never repay it.”
“Actually, she wanted to thank Miss Verafia in person, but the day before she left, she suddenly became hesitant, worrying that her appearance might upset Miss Verafia… So, she could only ask me to apologize on her behalf.”
“I see…”
Ig smiled sheepishly. He couldn’t help but recall a not-so-pleasant but memorable past recollection of himself, Verafia, and Mysella. “Verafia isn’t such a petty girl. She would be happy to see Xiao Mi too.”
Elishia shook her head with a chuckle.
“By the way, where is Miss Verafia…”
“She’s probably still getting dressed. I wanted to go take a look, but that girl Xiao Fei stopped me desperately, saying things like, ‘The Verafia of now is not your wife, you can’t have her’.”
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“Sister, you are very beautiful.” Little Flan held up the long hem of her skirt, her bright red “big eyes” gazing admirerly at the beautiful girl in the floor-length silver mirror.
The Blood Race girl retracted her delicate, slender wings. As the queen of the Blood Race, she willingly wore a lace white dress like that of a flower girl, holding up the hem of her sister’s wedding dress.
“Is that so…”
Verafia gazed at herself in the silver mirror. The intricate lace and gems woven into her gorgeous skirt, the luxurious gem hair ornament adorning her beautiful hair, which shone like golden radiance. The girl in the mirror, as the bride, possessed a brilliance even more dazzling than the dawn, the sun, and the moon.
It seemed a bit illusory. Her tender hand, lightly wrapped in exquisite lace long gloves, gently touched the golden threads that were not yet tied up, telling her that this was not a dream.
“This also has to be thanks to Shiel…” Verafia gently turned her head and looked at the beautiful girl with long cyan hair standing behind the mirror, still diligently helping her with her makeup.
Before heading to the continent of Agrand, Shiel and Azer were already married. After the war, they did not rush back to Ael but waited for her and Ig’s wedding.
Not only the present makeup, but also this stunning dress on her was meticulously designed by Shiel… It was hard to imagine that a girl from the world of ice and snow, who had disguised herself as a man for more than ten years, possessed such astonishing design talent.
If she had been born on the continent of Agrand, without having to be a Count of Vinash, just such talent alone would have been enough to put countless designers and master craftsmen out of business.
“These are Miss Verafia’s own virtues, merely displayed for all to see.”
Shiel wiped the crystal sweat from her brow, a gentle smile gracing her lips, “Miss Verafia, please wait a moment longer. There is a little more makeup to apply.”
The maids and Shiel were there to help her with the final touches to her appearance. With not much time left before the ceremony began, in the final moments of peace, Verafia’s heart couldn’t help but pound with a honey-sweet anticipation, and the natural nervousness a young girl feels about marriage.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind, and her gaze swept across the small room again.
She wasn’t alone. Ophi was also meticulously dressing in a pure white long dress, chirping with joy, her artistic dragon tail swishing proudly, appearing very happy to have secured the role of bridesmaid. Ain, Fuya, and Irene… they were all her friends in this life.
And then there was Ig. Thinking of the face she hadn’t seen all day, Verafia felt not only sweetness but also a longing and an eagerness to see him again.
This was perhaps the first time they had been separated for such a long time since her rebirth… She wanted to touch him, to embrace him, to be together forever.
The door was gently knocked open. Maids touched up her makeup and adjusted her attire. Her elaborate, gorgeous train, stretching for over ten meters, was gently held by Flarn and Anlise. Accompanied by Ophi and her friends, she walked towards her wedding.
Among the crowd, there were many familiar faces. She saw Ophi’s sister, the current Red Dragon Queen Fraria, the elderly Dwarf King Moon, as well as the Emerald Singer Seralis, and Queen Lafnoros. They were friends who had helped her more than once on her journey, and now they had come here to bring their heartfelt blessings.
Verafia also saw Vicena, who had arrived with Dofiraia. Vicena, still the Archmage of the Kingdom, had deep sapphire eyes that always held a hint of guilt. Seeing Verafia approach, she smiled and offered her blessings…
Among the old acquaintances, she also saw Fatter, the “Magic Monarch,” who had long since disappeared, abandoning all secular power to dedicate himself to studying supreme laws.
Besides them, there were many nobles from various Kingdoms and Empires, including Robert. Some offered their sincere blessings, while others, intimidated by Ig’s reputation, were trying to curry favor with her status… However, Verafia didn’t pay much attention to them, offering them gentle smiles.
A golden figure appeared in her sight. It was Sur, the former Sun Goddess, who had come to the Twin River Plains with the Orcs and was now attending her wedding as a representative of the Orcs.
Upon seeing the young girl approach, Sur gently raised her brilliant eyes, a smile gracing her lips, but more evident was her concern, “Your Highness, if Mother could see you now… she would surely be very happy.”
“Sister Herafir…” Verafia’s golden eyes flickered, a hint of sadness clouding her expression.
Herafir was an ancient deity, but even so, her sister had wholeheartedly cared for her, considered her a younger sister, and had sacrificed everything for her… If she could see her now, that sister who only thought of her would certainly be happy.
But, she herself could do nothing for her.
“I apologize, I suddenly thought of Mother… Your Highness, this is your wedding. You said that she merged with you as a ‘Deity,’ she can definitely feel your joy.”
Sur then comforted her, and Verafia could only nod silently.
Regardless of joy, sweetness, or sorrow… she would eventually reach the end. Ig was already waiting. The young man gently took her hand and pulled her into his embrace.
The one officiating their ceremony was the Saintess of Light Siya. Gazing at the embracing couple, the girl muttered softly, “Truly a sickeningly sweet sister,” before personally bestowing her blessings and prayers upon them.
Holding Ig’s hand, and looking at the face that was already engraved in her soul, Verafia remembered their first meeting on that spring day, their separations and reunions, his desperate cries and utter despair on the snow plain, his willingness to betray his own beliefs… and their final reunion, their sweetness.
Yes, they had been through too much, too much… Fortunately, his and her perseverance, their good fortune, had finally brought them here.
Her long eyelashes blurred, but she dared not shed tears, afraid of ruining the most beautiful makeup she would wear in her life as a bride…
One by one, vows were exchanged. Ig knelt on one knee, and a ring appeared in his hand. Verafia recognized it as the ring she had condensed using divine power during their “wedding” in the Frost Snow Plain in the past.
At this moment, the ring in Ig’s hand was exactly as she remembered; it was forged by Ig using a fragment of “Eternity.”
Verafia dared not look, her eyes gently shielding herself, feeling the ring slowly slide onto her finger, a deep, sweet love surging into her heart.
“What are you thinking about, Veer?”
The familiar voice sounded by her ear, accompanied by an electrifying warmth. Verafia trembled as she opened her long lashes and instinctively replied, “I was thinking about… our future… hmm, no, Ig, you speak first!”
Seeing the girl react immediately, Ig chuckled and held her delicate hand, wrapped in silk, putting on a thoughtful expression.
“As for me, I was just thinking about what we should name our future little ‘Veer’.”
The girl’s small face flushed red. She waved her little fists in protest, “Why not a little Ig?”
“That’s not impossible either,” Ig laughed heartily.
Verafia realized she had been tricked by him and huffed, lifting her small face. Ig held her slender waist and gently tilted her, and the girl fell into his arms.
The annoyance on her face gradually turned into shyness. The girl shyly closed her eyes, leaving only a small gap between her long eyelashes. Ig did not disappoint her expectations, and amidst thunderous applause and blessings, he kissed his girl.
Filled with love and happiness, they intertwined their fingers, held each other in an embrace, and kissed deeply.
(End of Book)
Concluding Remarks
Well, with this, Veer’s story has truly come to an end.
I had wanted to finish it for a long time, and kept delaying until now, a full two and a half years. The joy I felt at the beginning has, more or less, become a burden. I love Veer, but I am tired of it… However, as I type these few words, I still feel a sense of reluctance.
It seems that deep down, my fondness for Veer is still greater. (Mist)
In fact, when I started writing, as the preface stated, I intended to write a more lighthearted story. However, due to my own lack of ability and my mental state, I did not achieve the desired effect at all.
While writing, besides lacking control over the plot, I always felt that the character portrayals were insufficient, as was the design and progression of the plot. Towards the end, I was mostly just going through the motions to finish the story. (Actually, that’s not right either, I’m completely incapable of writing an outline.) In the future, I will try my best to overcome or avoid these issues.
Well, regardless of how you look at it, Veer is my first completed novel, and she has a complete story.
I have a lot more I want to say, but I don’t know where to start. Thank you all for your companionship, and thank you for your love and support for Veer.
New Book Released
The new book has been released: “Reincarnated as a Little Dragon Girl, I Won’t Be a Maid,” I hope everyone will support it. It’s still a gender-bend fantasy story. It’s a brand new story.
